Visually descriptive or figurative language that evokes sensory experience.
Similies (compare with like/as):
He was as busy as a bee
She was as pretty as a flower
He was as scared as an ostrich
Metaphors (compare w/o like/as):
The mind of the underground.
The bowels of the internet.
She has a lion's voice.
Free Verse
A style of poetry that is written without a strict rhyme scheme, but is recognized as poetry because of patterns recognizable as a whole.
DV
The world's most humble egotist
Spin it around but
Nothing is true or can be, so
We're all wrong but you're not.
Is it false that nothing is true
Or can you be the only one blind enough
To see the unreality of the real?
All your isms, you'll never be quite wrong
But if nothing is true
Neither are you.
Cadence
The rhythm in poetry. The measure or beat of movement used in oratory and poetry
Gothic Beauty
Dancing on her graceful octagon
In the presence of golden spotlights
And silver nature gods.
Her body dwindles
And is caught in the midst of life
Waiting for the next wave
Of time
To sway her off her feet
And into motion.
Thus, my dreams
Synchronized themselves with the silent shadow
Transforming my reality
Into a fantasized masquerade:
It froze the too-soon future.
Yet, the brief energy
Abruptly died into the stardust
Along with my aroused hopes;
So ends the invisible era
The mystic cadence of the midnight web-weaver
(And I had become her primary victim.)
Metaphors (compare w/o like/as):
DV
The world's most humble egotistSpin it around but
Nothing is true or can be, so
We're all wrong but you're not.
Is it false that nothing is true
Or can you be the only one blind enough
To see the unreality of the real?
All your isms, you'll never be quite wrong
But if nothing is true
Neither are you.
Dancing on her graceful octagon
In the presence of golden spotlights
And silver nature gods.
Her body dwindles
And is caught in the midst of life
Waiting for the next wave
Of time
To sway her off her feet
And into motion.
Thus, my dreams
Synchronized themselves with the silent shadow
Transforming my reality
Into a fantasized masquerade:
It froze the too-soon future.
Yet, the brief energy
Abruptly died into the stardust
Along with my aroused hopes;
So ends the invisible era
The mystic cadence of the midnight web-weaver
(And I had become her primary victim.)